Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.